Dark Matter

Original Treatment

First Draft

By Harshvardhan

INT. ROOM—DAY

We see TWO PEOPLE on the bed, they’re both in various stages of undress, SHE
more than HIM. Henceforth, and without preamble, we will refer to them as PENNY
McARTHUR and RYDER BLACK, respectively.

They’re positions can only be described thusly: Ryder is perpendicular to her, as is

an open coffin’s lid. Penny is the coffin—Position One.

Oh, by the way, they’ve just finished having some insane sex. And by the looks of it,
they’re nowhere near done.

RYDER

(panting)

Oui, oui, oui, Madame….

When can I has some more?

PENNY

(panting)

Haa…..aaah……mmmm……

The lovers kiss; there might be too much energy left in them, but the passion is
undeniable and quite, quite palpate. RYDER is one HORNY bastard.

He gets on top of her while working her lips, obviously getting excited again. Damn,
his fingers and hands are all over the place.

RYDER

(between kisses)

Penny……baby…..mmmenny…..I…..love…..mmmew…..
 PENNY

(Between kisses)

Mmmmwaaihhh…..mmmwee….moooo……

Things start getting out of hand now. He’s now fully under the covers with her,
writhing on her and grinding against her, while she’s an incoherent beast wriggling
under him, matching his pace with animalistic fervor.

Finally, the two are done.

Again.

They revert to POSITION ONE, breathing even more heavily than before.

Ryder rests his head against her rapidly heaving bosom, letting his fingers trickle
down her body, while she arches and bucks under his touch, like a carnival jack
horse—Position 2.

RYDER

(Whispering)

I love you, Penny…..I love you.

His fingers are mutilating her nervous system, as she looks ready to explode yet
again (as, indeed, she does). Her fingers clutch at the bed sheets and at his hair,
but he doesn’t flinch, nor does he show any form of expression at all.

She pants some more.

RYDER

(Whispering)

Penny…..

PENNY

(Whispering/Panting)

Y-yes, baby…..?

(mmmmm)

RYDER

Was I good, Penny?

 (Note the lack of expression, both in voice and on face)

PENNY

(Clutches at this hair, pulls him up and tongues him voraciously)

Does that answer you, Tiger?

Ryder, proving yet again that if a man didn’t have a cock, he wouldn’t have much
else, climbs onto her again, cowboy style. Pinning her hands in L-shapes by her
head, he gives a somewhat eerie grin.

RYDER

It might. Got a real answer, though?

PENNY

(Slightly uncomfortable, but ever the horny bitch)

Is this a ploy to get laid again, Master Black? Coz I would……(licks her lips)…..gladly
oblige anyway, as you so deliciously know…..(bats her eyelids like a total slut).

RYDER

(Leans down and licks her entire face, crazily)

(Between licks)

Answer me, Penny…..was I…..good?

PENNY

(Struggling against his grip, her eyes gleaming with what can so easily be mistaken
as lust. In all honesty, it was silent rage)

Ryder doesn’t listen. Mr. Black’s out to lunch, it seems.

PENNY

(loudly)

RYDER!!

He snaps back to reality, quickly gets off her.

She looks at him rather furiously, while he looks on sheepishly and, dare I say it,
shamelessly?

She gets off the bed, clutching at the bed sheets, and storms out the room
 PENNY

(Mumbling)

Totally killed the mood…..

He stares after her, a curious, almost bemused look on his face—one very
unbecoming of a temporarily estranged boyfriend, at any rate.

INT. ROOM—EVENING

You can tell it’s been a while since we visited PENNY and RYDER last. The shape of
the room is slightly different, there’s new stuff, old stuff in new places. Basically, the
Art Director’s nightmare.

This time, he’s doing her doggy style, and she’s screaming and moaning like a crazy
bitch. He runs his fingernails all over her back, making her clutch at his hands in a
shocked, excruciatingly pleasured spasm. She begs him to stuff her harder, deeper,
faster and he complies like a willing steed.

Ryder bends low over her, his mastery over the canine mating position such that his
pace never drops. Not. One. Bit.

He licks her back and she closes her eyes, moaning and bucking, enjoying every
thrust of his, completely lost in the moment.

Ryder’s eyes seem to suddenly mist over, his body language becomes threatening,
his sinews tighten.

Cruelly, almost, and just as she grabs the bedpost in front of her for support, he
yanks her back by her ponytail, her neck whiplashed against his face.

The bastard’s momentum never drops. I don’t know how he does it.

PENNY

(Screaming)

RYDER!!

His eyes seem to flick open again, just as he cums and so does she. She drops onto
all fours, panting, letting the vibrations settle while he groans, still nestled safely
inside her.

As soon as she can, she pulls forward, separating herself from him, and twists
around onto her back. The bastard’s staring at her creamy pussy. She notices and
covers her hotspot again.

PENNY
 What’s gotten into you, Ryder?

RYDER

What d’you mean, baby? You came, didn’—

PENNY

You know very well what I’m talking about, Ryder. Why did you hurt me again?
That’s the second time this month.

(As an afterthought)

Is this some sort of new fetish? Has Lyndon been sharing his porn with you again?
Answer me, damn it!

RYDER

Nothing of the sort, Penny. I just got caught in the moment, that’s all…..

PENNY

Don’t you fucking DARE let this shit happen again, got it? Else you can forget about
this pussy for the rest of forever.

She storms off again, leaving him with a variation of that earlier expression.

INT. ROOM—NIGHT

Again, it’s been a few days at the very least, since we last saw PENNY and RYDER.
Nothing new in the room, just a few things have changed places, that’s all. Enough
to signify the passing of time.

She’s on the phone with her friend, completely naked, RYDER’s face shoved deep
between her legs. She’s looking gorgeous in nothing but her PRADA GLASSES, the
one with the red frames. His hair is tousled.

She’s trying her best to maintain a sense of calm on the phone, failing miserably,
while he continues to eat her out like a mad animal. She can’t keep up the fucking
pretense any longer, she clicks the red button on her phone and chucks it away,
pressing his head deeper in to her depths, urging him not to stop. He doesn’t.

She pulls him up and tastes herself on his dripping lips, while her hand slides
downwards, surreptitiously, making him moan against her lips.

PENNY

(While kissing him with open lips)

No….funny…..busi……ness, baby, ok?

 (Whispering)

Just…..fuck me dry……my love……I want you so bad…….

In response, he parts her legs and slides between them and starts to fuck her dry.

Meanwhile, the poor voice on the not-so-disconnected phone says “Hello?” over and
over again.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN.

They’re lying in a gender-reversed POSITION 2, her fingers jacking him off while she
stares into his eyes, a silent conversation ensuing at lightning speed.

She kisses his chest, slides over him, licks down to his cock and starts sucking like
crazy, staring into his eyes unblinkingly, while his own pair look back, slavishly. The
man’s putty.

She pulls herself up and spits into his mouth, proceeding to make out with that
lucky motherfucker.

Penny pants over him, riding him now.

PENNY

That day…..you asked me a ques….aah…..mmm…..you asked me a question……

RYDER

F….fuckkk……eugh……fuckkkkk me……

PENNY

Listen, darling……

(Panting)

What….what if I said……what if I said that…..that I’ve had better……b-before you

came along……aah….aah….aaah……huh, baby?

RYDER

Why would…..you lie?

You’re my slave, I can…..see it…..in your eyes, Penny……

 PENNY

Women…..can…….DO…..fa-fake it…..

(With a great attempt at normalcy in her voice)

(Cleary)

You know.

He stops bucking immediately, his ego raped. She smiles coyly. She’s just signed
her own death certificate.

PENNY

Aww, the widdle waby’s huwt!

(Pulls on his ears while he stares sullenly at her)

Why don’t you punish me for that? I’ve been a bad girl, right, Ryder?

He looks at her full of surpise.

PENNY

I’ve been thinking about the last couple of sessions, baby…..

(Shyly)

And I kinda liked it. Guess you just took me by surprise there, darling.

(Bends down low over him, whispering in and nibbling on his ear)

I’d forgotten how much I like surprises.

That’s enough to force a stone to ejaculate, what chance did poor Ryder have
against a force like that? Almost tearing up with pent up passion, he flips them
around and gets on tip of her, her sultry eyes hardening him again. I just love how
fucking horny these two are.

He presses his lips just close enough to hers for her to lean forward, but he pulls
back just an inch, teasing her. She lashes out with her tongue, but he thwarts that
“attack” as well. What’s he playing at?

That’s when we see how deftly and cunningly he’s tied her hands to the bedpost.
She struggles against her bonds, surprised. But soon she “gives up” and
“surrenders”.

PENNY

Alright then, master. Looks like you’ve got my attention. Now you gonna punish me
or do I have to wiggle my tits for you again?

He grins, the first innocent expression we see of his.

They start to fuck. I honestly don’t think you should find that crude, considering
everything else I’ve described before.

Somewhere along the way, possibly the point where she starts screaming, Ryder
loses the plot rather drastically. And fatally, as it turns out.

His hands slide up to her neck and instead of her current screams, the sound is that
of her telling him that someone before him was a better lay. Audio overlapping
visuals, the fingers start to tighten. Penny’s eyes start to bulge, her hands strain
against the bonds, but she continues to buck and arch clenching his cock within her
pussy, her body confused.

Penny McArthur cums, breathes her last and breaks up with her boyfriend of six
years in but a fingersnap.

Overachiever.

INT. ROOM—NIGHT

RYDER is in the corner of the room, sobbing uncontrollably as he stares at his dead
girlfriend. Murdered girlfriend. Murdered by him girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend.

RYDER

(VO)

Does this mean we’re through?

The maniac sobs, sheds tears and guiltily laughs. All at the same time.

RYDER

(VO)

Oh Penny…..

INT. LIVING ROOM—EARLY MORNING

RYDER is tugging at a stray lock of hair, bending it ever more out of shape. He’s
curled up against the front door, only to see the bedroom slightly. He continues to
take small sips of water out a of a crumpled plastic bottle.

An upturned ASH TRAY, full to the brim, lazily blows ASH all over the house, with the
help of the fan.

We follow the blowing ash into the room where Penny’s lifeless body stares at the
ceiling, the same expression of shock on her still beautiful face. The bastard didn’t
even bother closing her eyes.

When we come back to Ryder, he’s spread-eagled on the floor, imitating her
expression while crying.

And then he bursts into the creepiest laugh this side of Arkham Asylum.

INT LIVING ROOM—NIGHT

Various shots of white A-4 sheets lying everywhere on the floor show X’s and O’s
being played. Save that there are only either X’s or O’s, never both. Every
sheet/game has a “winner” though, indicated by the line in them.

We travel into the second room to hear the shower on and we find Ryder is lying
naked on the shower floor, under running water, blood flowing freely from several
gashes on his palms and knees. He’s shivering, looking straight on.

We travel into the bedroom again to hear the sound of flies.

INT. ROOM—EVENING

Ryder is staring at her almost lecherously, his hair all messed up and greasy. He’s
wearing nothing but his bruises from before. One hand slides slowly downwards and
from behind we see an unholy ceremony being performed.

FADE OUT.

FADE IN.

A white, gooey liquid free flows down the door, with no sign of Ryder anywhere.

INT ROOM—NIGHT

Ryder is on the floor, humming to himself, his seed still adoring the door. Once in a
while he rips a page off the magazine and throws it away. IN this fashion, we see
that the room is littered with torn paper. He hums, looks up at Penny and winks.
Then he goes back to humming.

INT. ROOM—NIGHT
A few more “scars” are visible on the door now.

We see Ryder sitting on the floor, cross legged, tears running silently down his
cheeks. No expression on his face.

RYDER

Nam myoho renge kyo…..

X20

He gets up, still changing and returns with two glasses of water. He pours water into
the first one and drinks it. Then he pours water into the second one and “feeds” it to
an invislbe person sitting opposite him. He repeats this till the scene fades.

INT ROOM—NIGHT

We open with Ryder embalming her body.

He sprays loads of deo on her and perfume over the room It would’ve been comical
had she not been decaying there.

An Aphex Twins video plays in the backround. He sniffs a few times.

He bends down, smooches her and nearly skips out the door, butt naked.

INT ROOM—NIGHT

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair, playing with her face as he
used to before; intercut with lice action flashbacks of happier times, it presents a
foul picture. His expression doesn’t change. Hers does.

He gets up off the bed, turns towards her and…..

SCREAMS…..

The man has officially lost it.

He screams, shouts himself hoarse, all the time he beats her with abandon. The
light has clearly gone out of his life.

Ryder Black is dead, in his place exists an effigy, a lingering shadow of his past.

END